Have a care | Brindlepaw

[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Of all the deputy's duties, Snakeblink's favorite might be general camp upkeep. Checking that nothing is falling into disrepair is important; it also has the advantage of not necessitating a trek out in the snow, and when something small breaks he may be able to take a minute to fix it--stealing some time for himself with a light chore. Unfortunately for him, this brainless task is also one of least concern. They all live here: gaps in denwalls will usually be caught quickly by the cats sleeping within when an unwelcome draft ruffles their fur, and patching those up is a favorite task to give to apprentices for tired mentors who just need a little time away from adolescent angst.

Snakeblink finds one such apprentice today while doing a lazy circle around camp (he is stalling for time before he has to head out on yet another hunting patrol). Brindlepaw is hard at work behind the warriors' den, weaving reeds and grass into the wall to reinforce it. Leafbare makes this delicate task harder, as the reeds are more brittle with the cold; still, Snakeblink cannot help but wince openly as he watches her tug on the material, snapping it clean in two--and taking a little patch of the wall along with it. He sleeps close to that edge, he thinks. He's not looking forward to that breeze.

"Ah, Brindlepaw," he hisses, grimacing. "May I advise against adding new openings to the den? And using less force in the future, perhaps."​

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 60 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  

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[brindlepaw]

pikesplash had given her the task of repairing the holes in the warrior's den that day. though one of brindlepaw's favorite tasks, she wasn't what you would call "good" at it. her paws, while they were carefully used, she often misjudged just how hard she'd have to pull or push on something. she loved a monotonous task, something to get lost in. (though, in this case, she maybe got a little too lost in it,)

she struggled against the resistance put up by the stubborn reed. just a little more... she thought. a little was accidentally a lot, and suddenly she was looking at the hole, now larger, from her rump. "awh, man..." she muttered. snakeblink's voice nearly made her jump out of her skin. she hadn't realized he was standing there. watching. judging. he definitely thought she was a screw up now, huh.

"uh- i'm sorry, i didn't mean too..." she stuttered out, shame pushing her ears back.

BUT ITS LIKE YOURE ✹ . + ˚ · MADE OF ANGEL DUST

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  abandond kit, brindlepaw found mysteriously on the border of riverclan, with no memory of how she ended up there. she is 8 moons. she is very small for her age, but is healthy. she is a dilute tortoiseshell with a white throat and chest. her stomach, paws and tail tip are also white. her eyes are golden and round. penned by Twitchtail, ✦

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

The apprentice jumps and draws back, shamefaced, and Snakeblink cannot help a sigh. No matter how he tries, he simply cannot manage "lighthearted" or "humorous". "Do not apologize. It serves no purpose here." he says, waving away her concern with a jerk of his tail. Of course she didn't mean to: she's a sweet cat, not the kind to commit petty destruction on a whim.

What then? This is not his apprentice; would it be overstepping to show her what to do? Surely Pikesplash has done so already. He stands there, not moving, for a moment. Still, it's his duty. Awkwardly, he offers: "I could show you how I do it--would it help?." ​

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ooc. information.

• 
  
  
  — Snakeblink • he / him. 60 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  

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